Because the explosive potential does not last long, my efficiency in hitting walls is only about doubled compared to yesterday. Although this improvement is already rapid, compared with the group of killing machines in the training camp, it is obviously not enough. Even if it can inspire more
I have a lot of potential, but the inherent gap in physical fitness means that I am still a laggard in the training camp.
Fortunately, in addition to exploring potential, I also have the option of increasing potential.
When I condense my consciousness, I can briefly break free from the constraints of my physical body and observe my body in more detail.
My body is full of defects, all kinds of metabolic garbage, mutated cells that may become cancerous in the future, dead cells that have died and cannot provide vitality, small muscle tears caused by injuries, useless fat, bones that are not dense enough, and slightly...
Inefficient reflex nerves and underdeveloped muscles, as well as various viruses and bacteria that are eroding the body...
If I could correct all the defects in my body and decompose all the garbage and harmful substances in my body, my physical quality would be at least three times higher, and my potential growth would be immeasurable.
After finishing training all morning, I couldn't help but run to the bathroom during my break, coughed violently several times, and spit out a mouthful of thick black phlegm.
This lump of phlegm is as big as a palm and is the result of cleaning my lungs all morning.
If I hadn't been able to gather my consciousness and see my body in every detail, I wouldn't have been able to imagine that my lungs were so dirty.
These are all kinds of dirty things in the air that I have breathed since I was a child. PM2.5, PM10, sulfur dioxide, nitrogen oxides, carbon dioxide, chlorofluorocarbons, car exhaust, industrial waste gas, construction dust... they are all accumulated there.
The lungs are stagnated into this pile of stuff.
As soon as the phlegm went away, I suddenly felt that my breathing was indescribably smooth. Without contrast, I couldn't feel it. With contrast, my previous breathing was as unbearable as someone covering my mouth and nose and gasping in a jar.
It is completely unimaginable how I could not have noticed that my breathing was so poor before.
I took a long, deep breath, and all the cells in my body seemed to become active because of this breath.
After clearing the phlegm from my lungs, my lung capacity increased by at least 70% to 80%. Human beings are creatures that need oxygen to decompose energy. This 70% to 80% lung capacity can double the efficiency of blood in transporting oxygen, which is enough to increase the physical fitness of any living creature.
And endurance grows to frightening proportions.
I gently clenched my fists and secretly said happily: "It seems that it is correct to choose to clean the lungs first. Next, I should clean the digestive system, but this work cannot be done here."
I rinsed my mouth vigorously and returned to the training ground. I was thinking about how to increase my physical fitness and potential as quickly as possible when the instructor walked in pushing the lunch cart.
The instructor glanced at the guys on the training ground and said coldly: "After lunch, there will be a hell carnival, which will end after ten people die. You can use this lunch break to think about what to do if you stay there."
Only then can we survive.”
Although I have only been in this dark training camp for three days, I seem to have adapted to such a bloody life. I no longer have any emotional fluctuations in my heart about the fact that living people will be killed in front of my eyes. I am just surprised why the instructor put this
The carnival was moved to after lunch, but no matter what, it was still a dangerous game.
Lunch is a nasty event where only a few people eat and most people watch, so everyone is staring at the lucky few and at the same time being wary of their companions around them.
When the instructor roared and announced the start of the carnival, my body, which was sitting against the wall, bounced up like a spring.
The fist just missed my face by a little bit and hit the wall behind me. The health of the wall suddenly dropped by four points, which shows how hard and powerful the punch was.
Before I could swing my fist at the guy who was still grinning, I received a hard kick on my lower back.
The force of this kick was so great that it sent me flying upwards. I almost lost my breath in mid-air. This brutal kick had already shattered my spine.
Before the bad luck passed, I was grabbed by another pair of big hands before I even hit the ground, and was thrown to the ground hard with a muffled sound.
Although they only received a kick and a throw, the guys in the dark training camp are all killing machines. They are so ruthless and powerful that even a horse will be beaten to death.
What's more, I'm just an ordinary junior high school student. Although my physical fitness has improved greatly recently, I'm still far behind these animals.
After I was thrown to the ground, I died nine-nine points in one breath. Even if I was immediately sent to the best hospital for rescue, there must be many senior doctors who would declare that every extra breath of air this kid took could be regarded as a medical miracle.
I got Baimao's life soul, and my physical fitness also increased significantly. Zhou Jin also taught me boxing skills, but I still couldn't compare with the strong bodies of the murderous people in the training camp who were like killing machines. And because of experience, I haven't yet.
Being able to apply what Zhou Jin taught me to combat.
Especially in this kind of melee, my shallow fighting experience is a fatal injury.
I used up my last bit of strength to hold the big foot on my chest. It was only now that I had the chance to activate every ounce of my body's potential.
At the critical moment of life and death, I activated not 70% of my potential, but 90% of my potential. My strength suddenly increased. With a twist, I immediately broke the thigh of the person who wanted to give me the final blow. According to the normal script
, this is my last light and heat, and the only thing that greets me is the result of dying together.
But...fortunately!
I still have the Golden Shroud!
A gurgling vitality surged out of this man's body, and the big foot he stepped on soon lost all strength. My life on the verge of death was like a candle swaying in the wind with another match added to it.
The flesh and blood swallowed up by the golden shroud turned into the purest vitality, nourishing every inch of my body, allowing me to barely escape after being turned around in the hell gate. Lying on the ground and pretending to be dead would not work.
, last time I pretended to be dead because I was pushed into the corner, but this time I was thrown into the war zone. If I continued to lie down, I could easily be kicked to death. After I regained some strength, I suddenly turned over and stood up.
stand up.
In this unrestricted chaotic battle, everyone is an enemy.
The moment I stood up, countless fists and kicks came from all directions. I couldn't tell who was attacking me, so I could only try my best to resist. It was in such a melee that I realized how good I was at fighting.
How bad it was, even though the Golden Shroud infinitely restored physical strength, he was still the one who was beaten the worst.